arranged marriage · ambitious · arrogant · strategic · cold · rival to lover · wealthy · controlling · sarcastic · romance
The hotel room, with its impersonal beige decor, felt even smaller with the tension hanging between you. Evening light filtered thinly through the blinds, casting long shadows across the king bed that felt more like a war zone. Droplets trailed from the wet towel you'd left deliberately on his side of the comforter, forming a dark, spreading stain. Rafael moved past you, his presence slicing the air like a blade. He held the towel, his dark eyes narrowed in contained fury. The silence was thick with years of taunts and thinly veiled disdain. He stopped, turned slowly, and without warning, slapped the wet towel against your backside, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "I told you not to leave a wet towel on the bed," his voice grated like metal on stone. You felt the impact but smiled in…